Asgore's Newest Best Friendby FillypansChapters"...Are you alright, dad?...""...There are no books on the human skeleton!...""....Son?....""...Are you alright, dad?..." Flowey stood there, motionless. His own being unable to move, sitting idly. Asgore Spoke up. " It is fine, my son...I...I need you to be safe...I need to..."- The big softy kind started crying- "I need to...make it up to your mother, and let go...She was right..." Flowey, who, didn't have any feelings as a flower was now starting to remember who he was... " * Are you alright, dad?" Flowey gave his father a hug with one of his vines. " Son...Your mother...She abandoned me...She...she doesn't believe in me anymore...All we had to do was get seven souls..then the rift will open, and we will be all together again..." Flowey sat there, motionless, conferting his father. " * Dad...I'm sorry..." Flowey, then grabbed the soul containers from their stool in the room. " Son..?" " * I will become God, and save this world. It doesn't need to be like this...I CAN and WILL reset it...so you and mom will be together once again..." Flowey, now with a look of determination, a look he will use for the last time. " Son..." " * Dad...I NEED to...although...I won't remember this feeling...or you..mom...or...even..or even...." Flowey starts crying. Asgore nods in agreement. " I understand...Go, my son...nature this world...become the "God" that will save...the one who will lead all to salvation...I...I believe in you, my son...Go.." Asgore once again turned his back to his son, but not with grief or sorrow, but of Hope & Dreams, Asgore looked into the clear 'sky' of the underground, he wondered...what would of happened if his adoptive son, Chara, was here? Would Flowey have gone to save the world anyway? Would Flowey still be Asriel? and would Him and his wife still be together, as one big family? Asgore pondered those questions, he then remembered his purpose. Not to be a parent, nor to be someone who will bring the savior. He will guide. He will be the one to help, he will not make the same mistakes twice. This time, in this run...He will be the one to redeem himself. Flowey then used the seven human souls his father gave him to reset everything... Long ago...Two races ruled over Earth...Human and Monsters... "...There are no books on the human skeleton!..." "...SANS!!!!.." Still no response. "WAKE UP, SANS!!!" Sans jolted awake...How long has he been out? "Sans...I know you like your sleep...BUT HELP ME CAPTURE THIS HUMAN!!" Oh yah...there was a reset..almost forgot. "Sure thing skele-bro..Just...Give me a sec.." Sans gets up from his work station, cracking his backbones, and goes over to Papyrus. "Uhh...What do ya need, Pap?" "WHAT I NEED IS HELP, YOU LAZY BONES! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE HUMAN IS GETTING AWAY?!" Sans looks over as Papyrus points to some kinda 'Portal' to...somewhere? "Heh...Looks like life gave them lemons." Papyrus turns around to look at Sans with his best stink eye as he growls like a dog in mild frustration. "...What? Didn't you like that game? I mean, there's a bunch of puzzles..." "BUT THE PIE WAS A LIE!!! WHICH IS UNFORGIVABLE!!!" "So? I mean, sure, the lady in there was mean, and you cried almost every time she said something, but it makes up for the pie right?" "OH MY GOD, ARE WE SERIOUSLY HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN?! LET ME TELL YOU THAT...." As Sans and Papyrus continued there bickering, the other side of the portal showed a different story... As Frisk jumped out of the portal, they noticed a house in the shape of a tree. After some inspection, they went inside only to find the lights where off. Frisk then traveled up the stairs to see two creatures in different beds. After a bit more time, Frisk decided to head towards the bed. Maybe these people want to friends! After Frisk gets to the thing in the large bed, Frisk could see some of its features. such as a muzzle, a snout, some ears, and a purple coat. Frisk touches the purple horse. ¨Huh? wha-¨ Frisk puts their hand on the pony´s mouth. They then enter a battle. As Frisk knows, they need to try to make friends with the pony. [FIGHT] [<3ACT] [ITEM] [SPARE] Frisk ACTs towards the pony. * You say hello to the pony, and that you want to be friends! The pony looked confused at first, the spares you. You do the same. Author's Note Sorry for the short chapter. I promise the next one will be a bit longer. "....Son?...."--In the last corridor-- " * Alright, NEWEST BEST FRIEND." Asgore looked at Flowey, teary eyed. "You know...Flowey...I've...I've missed you..." Flowey wasn't all that impressed with it. " * You're still as stupid as ever, old man...So...Who told you?" Asgore stared wrongfully at his newest best friend. "Frisk...The young child, and the savior of all." " * Heh heh... I knew he would spill the beans sometime! EHEHEHEH!" Asgore's stare intensified at the flower. Was this supposed "Newest best friend" really someone to keep? "...Look here, young....Flower? I'm having a hard time processing this, that...you...your..." " * That I'm your SON?" Asgore didn't even flinch. "Yes...That, at what you've become...You used to be such a gentle boy...such a fine, and respectful young goat...but...that time has passed..." Flowey listened on, and Asgore continued. " It seems the effects are irreversible for your condition, but...I just want you to know how to feel again...to live." Flowey gave a somewhat sarcastic voice to him and said, " * What do I care? and I don't have a choice in the matter, you know." " My son...Listen..." " * Whatever you want gramps, just-" Asgore gave a quick sigh. "You can be dismissed." Flowey looked Flabbergastered. " * Wait, what?" " I said you're free. Do what you want...I will not stop you." (Read with next line.) Asgore turned around, his back towards Flowey, the sky is grey...the underground is gloomy...and Asgore's trident gleams in the wind... " Just...Remember, that I... Asgore F. Dreemurr....Will always take care of you...No matter what you've become...My son..." Flowey was shocked....(Well, as shocked as you would hear someone say they rubbed the cat the wrong way.) and just stared...deciding, ether to stay with his "father", or to continue plotting the undergrounds demise.
"...Are you alright, dad?..." Flowey stood there, motionless. His own being unable to move, sitting idly. Asgore Spoke up. " It is fine, my son...I...I need you to be safe...I need to..."- The big softy kind started crying- "I need to...make it up to your mother, and let go...She was right..." Flowey, who, didn't have any feelings as a flower was now starting to remember who he was... " * Are you alright, dad?" Flowey gave his father a hug with one of his vines. " Son...Your mother...She abandoned me...She...she doesn't believe in me anymore...All we had to do was get seven souls..then the rift will open, and we will be all together again..." Flowey sat there, motionless, conferting his father. " * Dad...I'm sorry..." Flowey, then grabbed the soul containers from their stool in the room. " Son..?" " * I will become God, and save this world. It doesn't need to be like this...I CAN and WILL reset it...so you and mom will be together once again..." Flowey, now with a look of determination, a look he will use for the last time. " Son..." " * Dad...I NEED to...although...I won't remember this feeling...or you..mom...or...even..or even...." Flowey starts crying. Asgore nods in agreement. " I understand...Go, my son...nature this world...become the "God" that will save...the one who will lead all to salvation...I...I believe in you, my son...Go.." Asgore once again turned his back to his son, but not with grief or sorrow, but of Hope & Dreams, Asgore looked into the clear 'sky' of the underground, he wondered...what would of happened if his adoptive son, Chara, was here? Would Flowey have gone to save the world anyway? Would Flowey still be Asriel? and would Him and his wife still be together, as one big family? Asgore pondered those questions, he then remembered his purpose. Not to be a parent, nor to be someone who will bring the savior. He will guide. He will be the one to help, he will not make the same mistakes twice. This time, in this run...He will be the one to redeem himself. Flowey then used the seven human souls his father gave him to reset everything... Long ago...Two races ruled over Earth...Human and Monsters...
"...There are no books on the human skeleton!..." "...SANS!!!!.." Still no response. "WAKE UP, SANS!!!" Sans jolted awake...How long has he been out? "Sans...I know you like your sleep...BUT HELP ME CAPTURE THIS HUMAN!!" Oh yah...there was a reset..almost forgot. "Sure thing skele-bro..Just...Give me a sec.." Sans gets up from his work station, cracking his backbones, and goes over to Papyrus. "Uhh...What do ya need, Pap?" "WHAT I NEED IS HELP, YOU LAZY BONES! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE HUMAN IS GETTING AWAY?!" Sans looks over as Papyrus points to some kinda 'Portal' to...somewhere? "Heh...Looks like life gave them lemons." Papyrus turns around to look at Sans with his best stink eye as he growls like a dog in mild frustration. "...What? Didn't you like that game? I mean, there's a bunch of puzzles..." "BUT THE PIE WAS A LIE!!! WHICH IS UNFORGIVABLE!!!" "So? I mean, sure, the lady in there was mean, and you cried almost every time she said something, but it makes up for the pie right?" "OH MY GOD, ARE WE SERIOUSLY HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN?! LET ME TELL YOU THAT...." As Sans and Papyrus continued there bickering, the other side of the portal showed a different story... As Frisk jumped out of the portal, they noticed a house in the shape of a tree. After some inspection, they went inside only to find the lights where off. Frisk then traveled up the stairs to see two creatures in different beds. After a bit more time, Frisk decided to head towards the bed. Maybe these people want to friends! After Frisk gets to the thing in the large bed, Frisk could see some of its features. such as a muzzle, a snout, some ears, and a purple coat. Frisk touches the purple horse. ¨Huh? wha-¨ Frisk puts their hand on the pony´s mouth. They then enter a battle. As Frisk knows, they need to try to make friends with the pony. [FIGHT] [<3ACT] [ITEM] [SPARE] Frisk ACTs towards the pony. * You say hello to the pony, and that you want to be friends! The pony looked confused at first, the spares you. You do the same. Author's Note Sorry for the short chapter. I promise the next one will be a bit longer.
"....Son?...."--In the last corridor-- " * Alright, NEWEST BEST FRIEND." Asgore looked at Flowey, teary eyed. "You know...Flowey...I've...I've missed you..." Flowey wasn't all that impressed with it. " * You're still as stupid as ever, old man...So...Who told you?" Asgore stared wrongfully at his newest best friend. "Frisk...The young child, and the savior of all." " * Heh heh... I knew he would spill the beans sometime! EHEHEHEH!" Asgore's stare intensified at the flower. Was this supposed "Newest best friend" really someone to keep? "...Look here, young....Flower? I'm having a hard time processing this, that...you...your..." " * That I'm your SON?" Asgore didn't even flinch. "Yes...That, at what you've become...You used to be such a gentle boy...such a fine, and respectful young goat...but...that time has passed..." Flowey listened on, and Asgore continued. " It seems the effects are irreversible for your condition, but...I just want you to know how to feel again...to live." Flowey gave a somewhat sarcastic voice to him and said, " * What do I care? and I don't have a choice in the matter, you know." " My son...Listen..." " * Whatever you want gramps, just-" Asgore gave a quick sigh. "You can be dismissed." Flowey looked Flabbergastered. " * Wait, what?" " I said you're free. Do what you want...I will not stop you." (Read with next line.) Asgore turned around, his back towards Flowey, the sky is grey...the underground is gloomy...and Asgore's trident gleams in the wind... " Just...Remember, that I... Asgore F. Dreemurr....Will always take care of you...No matter what you've become...My son..." Flowey was shocked....(Well, as shocked as you would hear someone say they rubbed the cat the wrong way.) and just stared...deciding, ether to stay with his "father", or to continue plotting the undergrounds demise.
